afternoon poem, march 4, 2016

 

Friday Afternoon

I remember the relief

The relaxation of the shoulders

The breathing out

Now there were no more classes

For forty-eight hours

.

And this seemed limitless

Enough time to return

To a state of nature

.

To forget all theory and rote

And steep in the moment

.

As if what ought to be

Actually was.

 

Copyright 2016

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